Packer / Tanner Memorial 2021 (Show)

[SWAT Team]

'Havana' by Camila Cabello started again, playing loudly as Jeremy Tucker stared at the wall in mounting dread. He sat on a half deflated air mattress, and the stone walls pressed around in around him as he looked around wildly. He was still wearing his ragged and torn suit from Breaking Point, and a bottle of water sat nearby. His face was streaked with tears, and his hair was a ragged mess as his hands shook. The wooden door swung open then, and the two hulking brutes walked inside without a word. Their skull masked faces staring at him, and one of them shoved a plate into his hands.

Tucker knew what it was, it was an egg salad sandwich. It always was.

The song continued to play loudly, and the two men stared down at him silently. Tucker had not heard them speak in the time he had been here, and then he noticed the door had not been closed. That was odd, very odd.

A figure swept through the door, and the two hulking men bowed their heads as they drew back to the wall. The man in the doorway was known to Tucker, and he stared at him with wide eyes as he dropped the sandwich. The figure hissed, head tilting slowly beneath that hood before a hand lifted to push it back. A skull like visage stared down at him, and he sniffed under the mask before a hand lifted. 'Egg salad. It must be Tuesday.'

'But, it's always egg sal--' muttered Tucker, and he frowned as Donzig flexed his fingers into a fist.

'You should have listened to Fulton.' Donzig growled, his voice a cold whisper as he rubbed his fingers together absently. His gaze sweeping across the room as Havana kept playing, and then he looked back at Tucker.

'Ah, I--' Tucker stammered, and Donzig shook his head before he waved a hand.

'The lowest form of scum?' snapped Donzig, and he stalked forward. 'I always hear, I am always listening, I am inescapable.'

Tucker nodded numbly, and he shook his head as he tried to gather his wits. He knew how volatile, Donzig could be. The Pride of SWAT stared down at him, his hand curling and uncurling into a fist as he watched Tucker as the man sat aside his sandwich. Donzig shrugged, slowly pacing as he continued with a wave of his hands.

'Suit doesn't care about your insults, he thinks they don't matter. Armand is above them, he considers you and your opinions beneath him.' Donzig paused, and he spun angrily as he fairly lunged at Tucker. He had the man on his feet, his fingers buried in his dirty and torn jacket as he loomed closer. His skull mask so very close to the announcer, hissing. 'I don't share that opinion. I will punish your little jokes, your little jibs, your little insults as it amuses me! I am the Great Leveller! I am Death in High Places! The Scourge!'

Donzig shoved Tucker back, sending him stumbling across the deflated mattress. He hit the wall, shaking his head as he sagged against the cement wall as Donzig looked at him. He rolled his shoulders, taking a deep breath before he gestured his hand absently before he patted Tucker's cheek. Tucker flinched, and he lifted a shaking finger towards the two men. 'Who are they?'

Donzig grunted, and sounded pleased under his mask. 'They are the foot soldiers of the future, Mister Tucker. They are chosen, they will spread the power of the KGB across the XHF! We are on the dawn of a new age, Mister Tucker. A conquest the likes of which the XHF has never seen, a crusade that will spread my vision! The will of the Bandits across this company! They will break the enemies of the KGB before them, and I will lead them to it! This is my destiny, this is the future!'

Tucker stared, and he licked at his lips as Donzig absently flicked his fingers. The men withdrew, and Donzig swept after them before he paused at the door to look back at Tucker. 'As for you Mister Tucker? I am afraid I will be holding you until next Tuesday, or until you accept the way of things. The future you see? Is inevitable.'

[SWAT Team]

Eddie D : (Voice over) : It’s the memorial event. Too many of us in this industry have passed away too young. The media are the height of hypocrisy about it all. We fight. We put our body through immense amounts of pain for your enjoyment. The world’s juveniles have our posters on their walls. The kids idolize us but when they’re about 15, thinking about life choices as they become young adults, their parents and the media turns on us. When one of us sadly passes too young and too soon, we get used us as an example to kids as how not to live to excess, how not to put your body on the line, how not to do steroids, how not to take party drugs and kids are told not to aspire to be a pro-wrestler one day. “You’ll die young. It’s not worth it.” Yet they’ll tune in hoping we’ll jump from cages and scaffolds and bloody ourselves for their amusement every week.


Packer, Tanner and countless other heroes of this industry will be remembered today, that sadly I never got to know. Today a name is added to that number that I did idolize, I did know and that name is Suzi Spitz. It seems especially stinging when I almost had a chance to cut a promo with her not long ago when I was talking to the women of our industry ahead of the XHF Rumble. I still don’t know why I didn’t reach out. Now I will never be able to. It feels especially personal as I now hold the title that she held once; The SWAT World Heavyweight Title.


When you step into the ring with a man as a woman, you know that you are immediately at a disadvantage of sheer scale and strength. I rarely face that disadvantage in a match so I can only imagine what guts it takes to walk to that ring and face that challenge almost every time you come to wrestle. When you step into a ring with the giants of SWAT you truly are facing a mountain to climb… but she climbed that mountain, planted her flag and every aspiring woman wrestler in the world now has a summit to look up to and know that it’s attainable because a woman got there once before.


Sadly when you take no prisoners in interviews and you call yourself the “The Violent Vixen”, “a Little Piece of Heaven, that's Hotter than Hell” you don’t always get the accolades you deserve and people make assumptions about your character. If you add being successful to that mix you get an ugly slice of envy served up with that and you could be remembered in the wrong way once you’re gone. Well maybe this speech should have been delivered by a woman. Maybe it should have been delivered by a loved one. But as the SWAT World Champion I wanted to give my own tribute to Suzi Spitz. She inspired me to come back to wrestling. Her spell in the EIWF showed me that there was another world out there. That my hiatus away had been too long, that I missed it and that I should come back. Now I have a piece of gold on my shoulder I would never have gotten had she not walked into our lives and wowed us with her beauty, her grace… not to mention her brutal verbal crushing of her opponents in every promo and electrifying moves in the ring.


Tonight is about Tradition. Tonight is about the future. Thank you Packer. Thank you Tanner. And Thank you Suzi Spitz. You pathed the way and we will honor you by fighting on and keeping SWAT number one.


If you give a crap about the SWAT of yesterday, today and tomorrow… show me… BRING IT ON!

[SWAT Team]

Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition and the XHF presents ....

Warren W Webber : Welcome. Welcome to Charlotte. Welcome to SWAT! WELCOME TO THE PACKER TANNER MEMORIAL!!!!!

Andrew Fulton : How about Breaking Point Waaza. What a show, And Night of Champions also!

Warren W Webber : How about that cold open. Our esteemed voice of SWAT Jeremy Tucker, who was ‘taken’ at the close out of Breaking Point, has been revealed to be from that madman Donzig!

Andrew Fulton : Careful Wazza. You could be next with talk like that. Plus … I am the voice of SWAT.

Warren W Webber : And what about that heartfelt speech from the Champ. Eddie is truly the man. Reginald P Packer was my first boss in this world and I think of and miss him everyday. Adrian Tanner embodied SWAT! We salute them, and the recently passed Suzi!

Andrew Fulton : Eddie goes ok. If only he didn’t turn the Bandits against him.

Warren W Webber : We all saw it was they who betrayed him. Tonight he will make Frostbite and the rest of the KGB realise that was the biggest mistake they could have made.

Andrew Fulton : We will see, If I know the Bandits, and I do, they will have a plan up their sleeve for that one.

Warren W Webber : We will see indeed. Let’s not let us tell you about it though, let's let the SWAT Superstars tell you! We will be back soon with our opening match of the night, Been Jamin against Hay Hay Conrad. First though, the real stars of SWAT ….

[Cross Recoba]

The cameras cut to the back. Debuting SWAT star, Dakota Jennings can be seen shadow-boxing on the spot, her focus and determination evident for all to see. She cycles through alternate jabs to then start to weave as if avoiding hooks and uppercuts that might come her way.

Out of shot, we hear a door open and then close. The concentration remains unbroken by the room now doubling in attendance. Her movements switch from the defensive to the counter-attack, she ducks down and weaves before popping up with a left hook. She smiles as she withdraws her hand back into a guard, as if assigning the blow to a memory or, more likely, a moment in the future.

Recoba (Out of shot): Sorry, I know I’m late. The Madison Tower interview for IMDB overran and…

Dakota stops, now aware she isn’t alone. She turns around to see her former partner, inside the ring and out, setting down his travel bag and hanging up his blazer, his back turned to her.

Recoba: You always joke about the hometown hero, the reception they’ll get and whilst we’re not in Raleigh, if you’ve ever had a disagreement or a cross word with Keith Williams - they’ll let you know about it tonight!

He turned and smiled as he finished the sentence. Her expression, previously stoic, read unclear. This would be the first time they’d spent in the same room since they parted ways. Typically, she thought, Cross wasn't going to acknowledge this fact.

Recoba: I’ll be honest, I’ve no idea what the plans are here in SWAT. Looking at the card, it’s just a case of showing them what we can do. We’re fortunate, we’ve at least got some history…

Jennings: Cross, I’m not here to chat shit about history. We had our day and we had a good time. SWAT is more about me proving to everyone why I deserve to wrap these up.

She looks down at the wrist tape with a slight smile, not quite able to make eye contact with her ex boyfriend.

Jennings: Sure, but they evidently went with the idea of ReKota reforming because, let’s face it, there weren’t many that could beat us, right? We need to forget things that went on between us because I love you, always will do. But this is far too important to let history get in the way.

Cross, while encouraged by the response, is quick to bring the conversation back to the match.

Recoba: The most important part though, is coming out of this match with a win. Our opponents are going to be hungry, they’re going to be frustrated by the amount of times they’ve been in this situation - if we win, we perform to expectations, if they win...it doesn’t bear thinking about.

Dakota, whilst Cross talks, has gone to her own kit bag. She pulls out a t-shirt from the carrier.




The SWAT production team earn their money by quickly offering a shot of the merchandise picture-in-picture with the words ‘ONLY AVAILABLE FROM THE XHF NETWORK SHOP!’ scrolling across the bottom.

Jennings: You know me, I’m a sucker for the visual aesthetic, plus, if this is our last time performing together, we may as well go out in style, right?

She held the tee out to him with a smile, this time able to make eye contact with him.

Taking the t-shirt from his tag-partner, he inspects the design and smiles approvingly.

Recoba: If nothing else, we’ll look the part. Besides, I’ve yet to lose a debut match in a new company and anyone who forgets that you’ve proven time and time again that you’re one of the most fearsome competitors on the Network. Add in the fact that it seems like our new SWAT tag champions run on instinct and instinct alone, we’ve got options! We win with style, we can put the entire division on notice!

The camera fades to the next part of the Packer/Tanner Memorial 2021 show.

[edwarddubin0604]

(Olympia has just entered the arena with her gear bag slung over her shoulder as she walks through the corridor. She turns the corner and almost runs into Glamourous Glenda.)

Olympia: "What can I do for you Glamourous Glenda."

Glamourous Glenda: "I guess you heard about Suzi Spitz."

Olympia: "No I haven't."

Glamourous Glenda: "Suzi died recently shortly before the Packer/Tanner Memorial Show."

(Olympia looks subdued.)

Olympia: "How did she die."

Glamourous Glenda: "Well there's so many rumors going around but she may have died from unknown causes."

Olympia: "You mean drugs."

Glamourous Glenda: "That's one of the rumors."

(Olympia lowers her head and lets out a hard breath before raising her head and looks at Glamourous Glenda.)

Olympia: "I know I was critical and harsh last month when I reminded everybody about SWAT Amazons history and I was especially harsh on those who left and returned only to leave again. I mentioned Suzi Spitz as one of them and the fact that she would endorse anything."

Glamourous Glenda: "You did mention that when you reminded everyone of SWAT's history."

Olympia: "I don't take anything I said back but let me mention this. Suzi Spitz was one hell of a competitor and she got along well with everyone on the SWAT Amazons locker room. We never wrestled in a match but she was one of the best SWAT Amazons who stepped into a ring and she gave it her all in every match she was in."

Glamourous Glenda: "That's definitely true."

Olympia: "Anyway, I send my most heartfelt condolences to Suzi Spitz's family and her friends. She's going to be missed and I'm going to dedicate my August on the Atlantic III as well as tonight's match to her."

Glamourous Glenda: "Speaking of your opponent whom you know quite well named Blaze Freya."

Olympia: "Yeah I remember her from two years ago and I never forget an opponent. She called me out for a shot at my SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Championship and being the true competitor like I am. I came out and accepted her challenged to defend my championship against her and she defeated me. Yet what happened she lost that championship to someone lower than the two of us. Then she became the first woman to win the SWAT World Championship."

Glamourous Glenda: "You sound bitter about your defeat."

Olympia: "Yeah that one match has been stuck in the back of my head for the past two years and to honor both Reginald P. Packer and Adrian Tanner along with Suzi Spitz. I plan on stepping onto the ring with Blaze Freya and evening the score by defeating her decisively. This time I'm more than ready and I'm going to be prepared for anything she brings to the ring."

Glamourous Glenda: "Including going into her tights and sticking her hand into your mouth or feeding you The DeFeet."

Olympia: "So she's pulling the same stunts that piece of shit named 'Gutter trash' Greg Adkins is pulling. She wants to see what the term 'costing you an arm and a leg means.' I'm going to personally show her what it truly means and she's going to see and feel how it's like to call me out. I don't care how she's changed or who she saved while I was away. Blaze is still Blaze no matter how she changes or what she says."

Glamourous Glenda: "Well she was in Call To Arms and teaming with you and 'Lucky' Linda La Fey."

Olympia: "That's true and I respect her for that but that's over with and done. Now it's back to business in the ring and me and you Blaze and like I said I'm going to be all business and I will defeat you and I will do it decisively. Believe me 'The Golden Spartan' is going to make this a war and a war you are going to get. Now I have to get ready for Blaze. So if you excuse me. I need to get going."

(Olympia leaves and heads to her locker room and opens the door and a look of shock and anger is seen on her face.)

Olympia: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS! WHO DID THIS! WHO THE FUCK DID THIS!"

(Glamourous Glenda rushes up and sees what happened and gasps.)

Glamourous Glenda: "It's started."

Olympia: "What do you mean."

Glamourous Glenda: "Keith Williams and Rally Jackson started their rib off."

Olympia: "I'll kill them both for this!"

Glamourous Glenda: "What about your match with Blaze Freya."

Olympia: "If I find those two pieces of trash and I will. I'm going to break every limb and bone in their bodies and teach them a lesson they'll never forget."

Glamourous Glenda: "What if you can't find them."

Olympia: "Then I have to take it out on Blaze Freya. I don't want to do that but I have to do what I have to do in order to correct this injustice and act of disrespect."

Glamourous Glenda: "Where are you going to suit up and prepare for your match with Blaze."

Olympia: "I'll find a place to suit up and warm up. If I have to ask around I'll ask around and see who will let me suit up and warm up."

Glamourous Glenda: "Well I wish you luck and do this for Suzi."

Olympia: "Thanks and this will be for Suzi Spitz."

(Olympia leaves.)

Glamourous Glenda: "It looks like Olympia's going to be more fired up than usual after either what Rally or Keith did to Olympia's locker room.
Back to you guys."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[SinclairGodfrey]

Sinclair Godfrey stared at her phone, rolling her eyes as she turned her head to see Katie Moss walking down the hallway. She tilted her head, shaking her hair back before she tucked her phone inside of her coat. A brow lifted, and she tsked before turning to face her. Katie Moss licked her lips nervously, and forced a smile before she lifted her mic. 'Sinclair, do you know anything about what we saw at the beginning of the show?'

Sinclair smiled, a hand lifting to cover a laugh before she shrugged. 'Katie Moss. Are you asking me if I know where Donzig is holding Tucker in some sort of dungeon? Where he is torturing him with bad music and egg salad? Is that what you are asking?'

Katie nodded, and shrugged. 'Yes?'

'If I did? Why would I tell you?' Sinclair's lips quirked into a smile, and she folded her arms over her chest as she leaned back against the wall. 'Tucker should be glad, he is missing the rib off. I can tell you that, just like I can tell you that so far there is only one announcer that Donzig has not taken exception to.'

A finger pointed, leveling at Katie who blinked nervously before she stiffened. A deep breath, and then she asked another question. 'Are you worried about your match with Ruin and Dangerous Donna?'

A snort, and Sinclair laughed before she lifted a hand absently. 'Why would I be worried? I fought my way through the Anzac Cup didn't I? I faced off against Bloodied Fox and his husband, The Revenants, and the SWAT United States Champion? I have defeated Commandrix, I pinned Isabel Rios multiple times! Exactly why should I be worried about Donna and her latest Simp Knight?'

Sinclair frowned at Katie Moss, who looked around nervously before she shrugged. 'Ah, well, I mean Ruin chokeslammed severeal members of SWAT security--'

'Is this part of the rib off?' Sinclair asked dryly, and she pressed her lips into a thin line as she slid from the wall. And Katie Moss drew back a step, and smiled.

'Ah, no. Do you have any thoughts on the Amazons Title Match tonight? Or the returning Olympia?' 

Sinclair sniffed, and she settled back against the wall. 'I think that title is coming home to the Kross Global Bandits, and that Olympia should watch out for us too. We would do more then rib her wouldn't we?'

Katie nodded, and she glanced around before she turned back to the reclining Sinclair. 'Why are you in the hall? Do you think someone is going to rib you?'

'Oh, no. I am waiting for Donzig, Katie Moss.' Sinclair grinned slowly, rolling her neck before her gaze settled on the interviewer. 'I can't imagine that Rally or Keith would be so brave as to rib him, do you?'

[davidvector]

- David Vector “The Rookie” is met in the car park by the same camera crew that met him last week before and after his baptism of fire match up against Psychotic Goth. David looks less than happy to see them, but puts on a polite smile and acknowledges them. –


- Shouldn’t you fellas be inside? I thought you guys were cameramen chancing your arm? Are you really on the media team now? –

- I can neither confirm nor deny how official this interview is, but we’re impressed with your attitude and wanted to catch you before your second encounter in SWAT. –
- Hell guys, last time you saw me I looked rode hard and put up wet. I tended my wounds, got drunk as Cooter Brown to get over my defeat and next day got back in that gym. I have been granted a spot later, in the ring on this prestigious night, to declare my intentions in a proper promo to the crowd, so an interview might be a mite previous… -

- Well, we don’t want to tread all over that, but we’re warming to you as quickly as the fan-base here are, we just have a couple of questions… -
- Darn it, when you butter me up like that, I can’t say no to you guys. I get it. I’m new here, you want an exclusive, go ahead. Shoot. –

- What do you know about your opponent tonight, Johnny Sniper? –
- Well not a lot. I know he had Sgt Slaughter as a mentor. I know he’s ex-army. I know he’s got a devil of a super-kick that I am certain sure I want no part of… -

- So, you have done your homework? –
- He’s no rookie and his reputation precedes him. I don’t want to get to showtime a day late and a dollar short for want of a bit of study. I am in no doubt I am up for one hell of a challenge… -

- With you both having a great connection with the crowd, who do you think will get the most support? –
- This is surely a huge night. I have been told that the memorial event is a huge deal here. I doubt having an extra couple of weeks in SWAT will give me an edge fan following wise, ‘cos I imagine that Johnny will bring some of his following from his last fed over to SWAT. I will show courage, fight with pride, and give the crowd what they paid for. If that’s enough to get me the win and win over the crowd... I’ll be a happy man. –

- Johnny Sniper was a marksman in the army. One of your signature moves is called the “Bolt Action”, another “The .50 Cal”. Did you ever aspire to join the army or are you just a gun fan? –
- I have nothing but respect for our servicemen and women that serve this great nation, but no, I never wanted to join the army. I am a fan of guns and history. My grandfather served in WW2 and my father is a militiaman in Virginia… -
- He’s a what? Militiaman? One of those 2nd amendment gun nuts? –
- There’s no need to get all party-political and offensive. My father has his point of view. It’s lawful, constitutional and we both love the State of Virginia in our own way. Sic Semper Tyrannis my brother…
- What’s that? –
- State motto of Virginia, a Latin phrase meaning “thus always to tyrants”. I am not about to throw my dad and his views under the bus, but I am not a “gun nut” and not a militiaman, but I love my State and my country. –
- This opens a whole side of you we didn’t know before… Will the South rise again? Is your dad a neo-Confederate? -
- I am sorry I mentioned my father, he’s not a kook or a vigilante, he’s just a proud Virginian who stands up for his rights.
I am new here. I am not a political animal. I am a proud 'rassler standing up for my right to keep my place on this roster. I am here to fight a very able, ex-army, pro-'rassler on a huge PPV card. That is my focus. If you see a “.50 Cal” here tonight, it will be a missile drop kick from the top rope by yours truly, not an actual piece of military ordinance. –

- Glad to hear that… How do you rate your chances tonight? Don’t forget that being over humble is very off putting to new fans… -
- I want to be popular, but I can only be who I am. I wouldn’t get in the ring if I didn’t think I would leave it with my head intact and win under my belt. I realize that my lack of experience was exposed against Goth, but I think I have the right attitude and the gumption to start getting some wins here. Why not on the big stage? Why not tonight? Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get my butt in gear –

- David Vector forces his way past the camera crew towards the arena. They seem annoyed that they didn’t get to answer all their questions. –

- This is SWAT, I've been Steve Scott, on the spot, keeping it hot... –

- A SWAT production manager walks up to Steve Scott and snatches the microphone from him. Steve and the camera crew seem blindsided and sheepish. Like school kids caught playing truant. –

- We spoke about this last week after you went rouge. You’re not an interviewer. Even with Webber on commentary you are still not cleared to interview on SWAT’s behalf. Now get inside and get the crowd shots I wanted. Stat! –

- Steve Scott looks like he’s going to speak up for himself and then he loses his nerve and leads his camera crew team back into the building -

[The Dunne Deal]

Johnny Sniper sits at the kitchen table, his head being held in his hands, as stacks of open and unopened envelopes lay strewn across the tabletop.



Sniper: “I appreciate SWAT for giving me a chance, but….?”



Gwen walks into the kitchen, and places 4 plastic jars in the fridge. Sniper looks up form the table.



Sniper: “What did you put in the fridge?”



Gwen: “Breast milk. Don’t worry I labeled them so you wouldn’t put in your morning coffee.”



Sniper: “But you're breastfeeding the boys, why would you?..”



Gwen: “Johnny, we agree that I would also pump, so you could feed them when I’m not here. I don’t plan on sitting on my butt all the time.”



Sniper: “You’re not getting back in the ring, we talked about this before. Besides, I need that to feed the boys anyways.”



Gwen looks at Sniper with a puzzled look on her face.



Gwen: “Uuummm…. How exactly do you plan on doing that?”



Sniper: “What do you mean?”



Gwen walks over to Sniper and cups under breasts, and brings them up to Sniper’s face.



Gwen: “Because last time I checked, you lacked these.”



Gwen retorts juggling her breasts at Sniper.



Sniper: “Tushy.”



Gwen frowns.



Gwen: “The word is touché. This is a tushy.”



Gwen turns around and moons Sniper, playfully shaking her butt at him.



Sniper: “Cut that out, last time you did that you ended up pregnant. Also don’t make fun of my speech.”



Gwen: “Alright then. Mr. Serious. It’s realtor, not real-a-tor. It’s Rite Aid, no Ride Aid. It’s birthday, not birfday, and the Pacific Ocean, not the Specific Ocean.



Sniper: “Ha Ha. Very funny. It’s a Lake, not a Loch. See I can nitpick too.”



Gwen sticks her tongue out at Sniper, as Sniper rolls his eyes.



Gwen: “So what’s with the mess.”



Sniper: “Bills, Rent, Car Insurance, The Hospital Bill, My mother’s funeral costs, you name it. Goddamn AWF closed at the perfect fucking time didn’t it.”



Gwen: “I know being loyal to a company and them fucking you over hurts, but hey SWAT let come work for them, so there’s a bit of silver lining.”



Sniper: “True, I just wish I would have gotten proper warning, instead of being told at the last minute. Life doesn’t stop, because I’m not working. We’ve got bills to catch up on, rent is overdue by a week, and we’re running out of food.”



Gwen: “Well I do have my WIC appointment for the boy tomorrow, so that will help a bit.”



Sniper: “True, I just hope all these problems don’t distract me from my first match with SWAT.”



Gwen: “Who you got?”



Sniper: “David Vector, Kid’s got promise, and under the right guidance, could be great. But he needs to fully jump in the pool, instead of just dipping his feet in.”



Gwen: “Reminds me of when I first saw you in PTSD. Green, nervous, on edge. You were sweating bullets. I will admit though, your butt was cute in those blue trunks you were wearing back then.”



Sniper gets red in the face, and throws a pen at Gwen, who quickly runs out of the kitchen.



Sniper: “Shut up, Gwen.”

[Deleted]

Warren W. Webber is front and Center before a black backdrop bearing XHF, SWAT and most importantly, the twenty twenty-one Packer/Tanner Memorial Show.

“Warren W. Webber here backstage at the annual Packer/Tanner Memorial Show but before we bring out my guests at this time, I want to play a video that’s making the rounds on YouTube and Twitter. This clip was trending number two behind Matt Cordona’s GCW Championship win. Take a look!”

Shaky at first, obvious cell phone footage appears to be from backstage at Breaking Point. People are cheering and jumping up and down as the locker room of Bear-O-dactyl swells with people, it looks like an after party at a World Cup win.

Tiranosaurio was nowhere to be seen by now, having congratulated the pair privately and excusing himself to leave them to their celebration, their first championship as a team!

People are fist bumping Pequeño Dinosaurio and slapping him on the back, “congratulations” is the word of the day. The young dinosaur is on cloud nine, he was a champion again and his father was in the front row! It didn’t get bigger than that for the SWAT rookie sensation.

Championship on his shoulder, surrounded by well wishers, and then the sudden bellowing of “Olé…olé olé olé!” As his Tagteam partner emerges from the shower wearing only a towel and his blue bear mask.

Opening the towel wide and gyrating, the room explodes into laughter as Jack’s ‘modesty’ is only covered by his, loosely fastened and low hanging, half of the Tagteam championships. Covering himself back up, Jack reaches into his bag. “Oy Dino! I was hoping I’d get to use this!” Producing a bottle of champagne, Jack shakes it up as he bellows, “Olé…olé olé olé! Olé! Olé!” And showers his partner, himself and everyone within a four foot radius in ‘a little bit of the bubbly.’

Warren W. Webber shuffles into the standing room only locker room. “I’m here in the locker room of Bear-O-dactyl and the new SWAT World Tagteam Champions are celebrating! I’m going to try to get a word.”

Approaching Pequeño Dinosaurio first, Warren’s traditionally had better luck with the former SWAT Television Champion. “Pequeño Dinosaurio, can we get a word for SWAT-wrestling.com?”

All smiles, Dinosaurio nods as he responds, “Of course amigo, of course!”

“You and Union Jack just won the SWAT World Tagteam Championships, that has to take some of the sting out of coming up short at the Anzac Cup…” if Warren had planned more to his question, it wasn’t about to be heard as Union Jack takes a long drink from the bottle of champagne before interrupting.

“Sod that! Look Weasley…” Getting perhaps a little too close for comfort when wearing only a towel, Jack seems on a mission. “…we’re getting tired of being the red headed step child of SWAT. The team no one wants to see shine wins the big one and you throw a loss at us? You wouldn’t dare do that to the KGB, The Revenants, or even Team Fairtex!”

Warren is stammering and stuttering but the Lucha bear is having none of it! “We should’ve won the Anzac Cup…doesn’t matter, we’re world champions! Osland pisses his bed at night over nightmares of having to actually defend that TV belt against my mate Dino…doesn’t matter, we’re world champions! They didn’t even play our right music tonight, that would never happen to their precious Revenants…doesn’t matter, we’re world champions! We’re done with not getting our respect…” Opening his towel again to laughter from the party goers, Jack points at the Championship belt hiding his manhood for emphasis before placing the towel over his shoulders to stand there practically naked swigging from a champagne bottle. “…sure we go out and have fun and every kid in the stands wants to fly like Dino but behind all that we’re the best team in SWAT today! The only reason the KGB are XHF Trios Champions is because there’s only two of us!”

Putting his finger into Warren’s chest, it’s clear the backstage personality is uncomfortable, but Jack doesn’t care. Emotion had him now. “You know what else, no one sent their congratulations, not one of them, not even management…that’s fine. We don’t need any of yas. None of ya! Hell Dinosaurio even made sure to send a message to those KGB pricks congratulating them on their long reign as champions! He’s a better man than me!” Jack says laughing. “I’d have sent those cunts another of my patented gift baskets and been done with it!”

Warren gets out a short, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…” But Jack waves him off as he barges past Warren to search for underwear and pants.

Putting underwear on while hiding himself with a towel, the ‘tightly whities’ with little teddy bears on them were hidden beneath jeans within moments. “Of course you didn’t mean to wanker, of course you didn’t. But no one takes us sodding seriously…” Holding up his title, Jack is suddenly serious. “…but they bloody better now!” Cheering again, the room was electric bringing Jack back to a playful mood.

“I want to thank everyone who made this possible; my trainers, my family…” Genuinely sincere, Jack stands on a bench to elevate his posturing, “…Mum, Pop, Gran Da for believing in me…we did it. Dino, come here mate.” He says waving over his partner and putting an arm around him briefly. “I want to thank my partner Pequeño Dinosaurio for believing in me when most thought me a joke or a comedy act and for being there for me during the good times and the bad. Thank you. I want to thank Lil MC for being my friend and for playing this bear thing through to the end! I want to thank Vanessa for being smoking hot…” Pausing so he can see the playful glare from their agent as he finishes. “…and being amazing at her job, keep the Marmite cheques coming darlin’!” But Union Jack was far from done.

“Last but not least, I want to thank me…” Laughter bursts out throughout the room as Jack smirks and takes a page from Snoop Dogg himself. “…I want to thank me for believing in me, I want to thank me for doing all this hard work. I wanna thank me for having no days off. I wanna thank me for never quitting. I wanna thank me for always being a giver and trying to give more than I receive, especially between the covers.” Jack again finds Vanessa in the crowd and raises his eyebrows. “I want to thank me for trying to do more right than wrong. Again, in bed. I want to thank me for just being me at all times. You a bad motherfucker Union Jack!” Feigning a ‘mic drop’ Union Jack stops, steps down and takes another long drink to the cheers of the room and sees Dinosaurio looking at him, shaking his head and smiling.

Moving over to put his arm around Dinosaurio once again, Jack bellows, “Somebody take a fucking picture! We’re the kings of the world!” And begins pouring the remaining champagne over Dinosaurio’s head.

“Allow me, dah-ling.” A thick accented woman’s voice offers sucking the air from the room as the crowd parts creating a runway for a woman that could easily be a model.

Her hair was tossed in a perfect way that let her curls bounce about her face. A streak of her hair was emerald green. Was that for Dinosaurio? Her dress was black, strapless and seemed designed to do two things, accentuate her cleavage…and defy gravity.

“Esmeralda Von Krout!” Jack yells, immediately she’s unimpressed with the crassness of Union Jack. The, now pants wearing, man-bear can’t contain himself. “We’re at the Best Western just down the road from here! Room two thirteen for the Dino Express!” And he slaps Dinosaurio on the shoulder.

Coming back to current day, Warren’s center screen. “My guests at this time, the new SWAT World Tagteam Champions…Bear-O-dactyl!”

Pequeño Dinosaurio and Union Jack enter from screen right as the camera pans to bring everyone into frame.

“Good evening gentlemen, allow me to say congratulations on your victory and becoming the Tagteam Champions. But what I lot of people are talking about is that footage of what seemed to be Union Jack venting his frustrations with your perceived treatment in SWAT, care to comment?”

“Yes of course.” Pequeño Dinosaurio is in damage control mode. “Look, Jack was amped up. We just won the gold, but he made a lot of good points. People sleep on us because we’re smaller, we wear bright masks and act a little different. But once they get in there with us…different story amigo. Different story. We have the speed and technique to be champions a long long time!”

Looking down, it’s clear Union Jack is thinking about what he’s going to say next, the microphone makes it’s way to the Lucha Bear.

“I know I said some stuff in that video. I know it probably upset a few people, and I should probably apologize…” Jack looks into the camera, would he eat his words?

Not even a little. “…but damn it, I meant every word! People take us for a joke mate, no! Not anymore! These straps say we’re the best Tagteam in the company, not The Revenants, not Blaze and Linda, and certainly not sodding Team Fairtex…us! The motherfucking Bear-O-dactyl! No more Mr. Nice Bear, we’re the best and I’m tired of pissing walking around like we’re not!”

Dinosaurio is nodding even if he’d have cared to do this more politically. “You might not like the way my partner here laid it out, but that doesn’t make him wrong. Now that we’re the SWAT World Tagteam Champions, we’re coming for our respect. Team Fairtex is about to learn the hard way that we may have fun, but Bear-O-dactyl is no joke!”

“Phantam and Thong Fairtex…” Union Jack starts before a stunned Warren W. Webber adds. “That’s Phantam and Tong.” Prompting the agitated Lucha Bear to utter, “Sodding whatever mate!”

Starting again, Jack was ready. “You two wankers are in a bad way gents! It’s nothing personal mates, but me and Dino here got a chip on our shoulders and something to prove and now that we’re the top team in SWAT…ol’ Jackie’s thinking it’s time to not just show Team Spandex that we’re the best, but we’re sending a message to any team that wants some, Blaze and Linda, The Revenants, doesn’t matter who is next. We’re the SWAT World Tagteam Champions and we’re going to be for a long time!”

Storming off camera, Jack motions for Dinosaurio to join him and simply shrugs at Warren. “Maybe shouldn’t have led with the Anzac Cup amigo.” Patting the downtrodden interviewer on the shoulder as he exits to join his partner.

Left alone, all poor Warren can do is end what will be a memorable interview. “Well folks, other than learning I can still sometimes put my foot in my mouth…we just learned that Bear-O-dactyl feels they’ve been taken lightly up until now. Apparently they plan on changing their perceived standing here in SWAT as our new Tagteam Champions! We’ll have to wait and see what this means for Team Fairtex later tonight! Back to you!”

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex are in their locker room warming up wearing mandatory masks and talking strategy as their wives, The Hired Killers, who are also wearing mandatory masks, watch their arms crossed when the door opens and Olympia enters with her gear bag. They notice that she is angry and upset about something.)

Tong Fairtex: "Olympia. What's wrong."

Olympia: "What do you think!"

Tong Fairtex: "Okay what do we think."

Jade: "Will you two be serious. What happened."

Olympia: "Keith or Rally vandalized my locker room."

Phantam Fairtex: "You can use the locker room. Let's give her privacy as she gets prepared for her match. Jade and Kim can stand guard while she does and we can finish warming up outside."

(Team Fairtex leaves followed by The Hired Killers who keep watch at the door as Team Fairtex continue warming up in the corridor. Glamourous Glenda sees them and goes up to them. She is still wearing her mandatory mask.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Why are you warming up outside your locker room."

Tong Fairtex: "Someone was messing with her locker room."

Glamourous Glenda: "You mean the rib match."

Phantam Fairtex: "Anyone tries that with us and they're going to pay for it big time."

Glamourous Glenda: "Anyway, you probably saw Bear-O-Dactyl's post match celebration."

(Team Fairtex's facial expressions take on a sour look of disgust and disdain.)

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah we saw Bear-O-Dactyl's little celebration which is nice but we have a real big issue with that celebration."

Phantam Fairtex: "Oh a real big issue that has to be addressed and rectified."

Glamourous Glenda: "Which is."

Tong Fairtex: "You mean you never saw the celebration."

Glamourous Glenda: "Not all of it."

(Phantam Fairtex shakes his head in mock sadness.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Oh Glenda what will we do with you. You didn't see the disgusting way Union Jack was wearing his half of the SWAT World Tag Team Championships."

Glamourous Glenda: "You mean when he stepped out of the shower."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah and you know how disgusting and disgraceful that was when he was draped in the championship belt. That's the ultimate desecration of the most prestigious tag team belts in the whole XHF namely the SWAT World Tag Team Championships. Yeah Union Jack really funny to come out naked during a fucking celebration naked and thinking you were really intelligent doing it."

Tong Fairtex: "Now we can see a piece of fucking shit like Rally desecrating and putting all his germs and other biologically dangerous things on a championship belt. Yet Union Jack is much worse and even more of a health hazard. They and their fans weren't even wearing mandated masks that our government warn people to use. Look at us we're abiding by the rules that even SWAT told everyone to wear that includes us, you and the other wrestlers but Bear-O-Dactyl.....Oh no their the tag team champions and they are the exception to the rule."

Glamourous Glenda: "They talked quite a bit of trash about you."

Tong Fairtex: "Anything new about that."

Glamourous Glenda: "No.'

Tong Fairtex: "So where's the exception. Bear-O-Dactyl just got damned lucky and just when you think they would show respect for the other potential contenders. Just when you think they would show a little respect for who their opponents, which happen to be us for the Packer/Tanner Memorial Show. They had to disrespect us. Now Bear-O-Dactyl we can understand your enthusiasm and we can understand that you want to impress Pequeno's father. Still you disrespected us, a wrestling family, who's never ever backed out of a match and likes to kick ass."

Phantam Fairtex: "Now you claim you're going to be serious from this point on because you felt under appreciated and felt you were underestimated. Yeah your words Union Jack not ours. Where have we heard that before Bear-O-Dactyl. Yeah that's us big mouth. We were quite underestimated and guess what happened. We became the SWAT Tag Team Championships and we wore them with great honor and respect. You seem to be treating the championships like a joke. Then you make the usual excuses of being underestimated and ignored etc. Tonight you are getting plenty of attention from us"

Tong Fairtex: "Oh and who was taunting The KGB. Yeah you were Bear-O-Dactyl or shall we say Union Jack. Never and I mean never taunt The KGB.
Never do that or they're going to kick your asses and if they are in a really bad mood which they may be. You could find your careers ended for good. Now you made a terrible mistake when you decided to slam into us and you got a taste of Team Fairtex's fists. Now you're going to get real sizable heaps of servings of our fists and you won't like it."

Phantam Fairtex: "So you can fly around and try to hit us and continue to fly around, but like in those matches where high flyers go against bigger wrestlers. They get hit and crash to the ground where the opponent starts to hit you where it hurts the most and that's your mobility. You know all about that Pequeno but Union Jack doesn't seem to care as long as he does your talking for you."

Glamourous Glenda: "Union Jack seemed to also mock your team name."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah how immature of those two idiots. I think we should be creative and rename Bear-O-Dactyl and now call them Yogi and Boo Boo."

Phantam Fairtex: "Better yet Heckyl and Jeckyl."

Tong Fairtex: "Bugs and Daffy."

Phantam Fairtex: "Damn it you stole my suggestion."

Glamourous Glenda: "You seem ready to take back your championships."

Tong Fairtex: "That's an understatement Glamourous Glenda. You see we've waited quite a while for this moment. We've been wanting to regain our SWAT World Tag Team Championships and tonight Bear-O-Dactyl you are going to learn respect. You are going to see how it feels to face a team that respects championships and honors them."

Phantam Fairtex: "We are a tag team wrestling machine. We're a well oiled unit that works hard and hits hard and hits fast. The Bangkok Hitman and The Best Looking Face of SWAT are going to showy you why we're a team not to be messed with. So say you're serious and warn everyone not to underestimate you. Tonight is our night and nobody's going to spoil it and that includes you."

Tong Fairtex: "Now we heard that Suzi Spitz passed away recently and we are going to dedicate this match to her and if we win. We plan to dedicate this victory to her."

Phantam Fairtex: "Lets see if Bear-O-Dactyl can come up with a few words of condolences if Union Jack can show respect to Suzi Spitz's memory.
Yeah that's going to be hard for him to do without insulting a deceased person."

Tong Fairtex: "Right now we have something to do and now we're out of here."

(They leave but The Hired Killers remain.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Well Team Fairtex is fired up and quite motivated. Back to you guys."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[frostbite]

An image of Reginald P Packer is shown on the screen..

Frostbite: (Voice over) It was Packer that bought me here to SWAT. I must admit, I did not know what do think of this place at first, but he made things fun. I can remember when I came to this company for the Saint Valentine Massacre event and I won it, after the show Packer came up to me and he said

" Kid you are worth the hype".

Frostbite: (voice over) It felt good somebody outside of the company that I was working for at the time thought my talent was something. I remember getting the crack at the SWAT Mid South title against American Freebear, I came short on that night, but Packer knew I was upset.

" Kid, you will get him one day I feel it.

Frostbite: ( voice over) After lots and lots of beer with him after the show. I knew he was right, but I guess I needed to hear it. I worked even harder and eventually got a second chance at the title and this time I won it. It was a great feeling, I have that title in my trophy case at home. I take pride in being the last Mid South champion. So Packer, we all miss you and one day maybe I can get up there with you and defend that title.

An image of Adrian Tanner pops up on the screen

Frostbite: (voice over): Adrian Tanner, I must admit I never had the pleasure of getting into the ring with him and I wish I did because I knew it would have been a match that people would talked about for ages. The man was a great talent, and the man fought wars against some of the greats to ever lace up there boots. Tanner, I know you and Packer are looking down on us right now and probably drinking a keg of beer and might very well be laughing at us at some of the stuff that we do. Tanner if I ever get to those gates, I will challenge to a match. Packer could be the special guess ref. You have earned this night and hope we can make you proud.

An image of Suzi Spitz pops up on the screen.

Frostbite: ( Voice over): Suzi Spitz another one we lost way too soon. I had the pleasure of getting the ring with her and she was one tough lady. She bought the fight. She was true legend wherever she went and made memories with everybody she got a chance to get into the ring with. Suzi if you are looking down this night belongs to you as well. I hope one day we get to clash once again. A true legend, you are missed..

[Ruin]

[Fall hits and Ruin makes his way down to the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring, taking in the jam packed crowd and then pulls out a mic.]

Ruin : This is it! The big time!

SWAT Pay Per View Television!

[Ruin flings his head back, moving the long hair from covering his face.]

Ruin : I didn’t come here to make friends. Nor did I come here to fool around.

I came here for two reasons.

One. To chokeslam anyone in my way!

Two. To be the best.

Not one of the best. THE very best!

Donzig! You may well be a mad man, but I am an equal opportunity ass kicker!

I don’t care if your fat or tall. Small or stout! You are placed in my way and you are going DOWN!

You though, you weren’t ‘placed’ in my way. You sought it out!

[Ruin shakes his head.]

Ruin : You most certainly must be insane, to want some of this. And some of this you will get!

What is your major malfunction man? Kidnapping Announcers? Tormenting enhancement like Donna? For what? Cause he called it like it is? That you lot are the lowest form of scum going?

Well … SCUM! I ain’t no announcer. I am a warrior. I will hoist you … and ya mad bitch up for the chokeslam!

[Ruin poses.]

Ruin : Look at this! Look at what you are about to go to war with!

Rest of them Bandits want to make an appearance they will go up as well. Up and then DOWN with the might of the chokeslam!

[Ruin drops the mic and Fall hits again as he exits the ring.]

Warren Webber : Ruin putting Donzig and the KGB on notice.

Andrew Fulton : I hope he knows what he is getting into. He is big and looks strong and has been very impressive so far, but Donzig is cray cray, and to call out the rest of the bandits also? Who is the real one with the Death Wish?

[SinclairGodfrey]

Sinclair Godfrey, the 9th Baroness Godfrey had a simple job. Her job was to make sure that Donzig above all things remained calm until someone rang the bell, and frankly some days? That job was a lot harder then people appreciated. She adored Donzig, she worshipped Donzig, in fact some would say she loved Donzig. But he was above all?

Donzig.

He was smart, he was savage, he was cruel and mercurial. But beyond all of that? He was never truly calm.

In fact, there were days she would have rather just been getting her ass handed to her in the ring. But there she was, walking down the hallway at his side as he glared from behind his mask. She was careful to make sure he didn't catch Ruin's little promo on any of the monitors. That would set him off, and Soutter wanted Donzig focused on KGB business until his match. 

'Soutter, wants me to remind you to be careful.' Donzig paused, and his head tilted beneath his hood. She knew that when he tilted his head he was starting to think unpleasant thoughts. And she smiled as she continued, shrugging before they started walking again. 'The KGB would be a great target for ribs. And you're the best target because everyone thinks you don't have a sense of humor.'

Donzig jerked to a halt, and he hissed before he turned to face her. 'Why do people say that? I clearly have a sense of humor!'

Sinclair blinked, her own head tilting as her brow furrowed. 'Donzig, I don't know how to tell you this. But I'm from Britain and I think your sense of humor is very dry.'

Donzig tilted his head, clearly thinking before he shrugged. 'Father Ted was hysterical.'

'That doesn't help your case.' Sinclair sighed, and then they started forward again. Suddenly, a pair of pizza delivery men ran up to them bearing armfuls of pizza boxes. Sinclair stared at them, and the leader quickly flipped through the receipt before he smiled. 

'Are you a Mister? Mister Donzig?' He asked, and adjusted the pizza boxes as Donzig stared at him from behind his mask. Sinclair rolled her eyes, and stepped forward as she produced a stack of bills.

'Yes, he is. I don't remember ordering pizza.' She handed off the money, eager to be rid of the pizza boys. They handed off the pizza, sitting it on a stack of equipment before they turned to go. Then she turned back to Donzig as he absently came forward, inspecting the boxes. 'Listen, you know Rally or Keith would love to rib you. You are not exactly their favorite person after last week.'

Donzig flipped open a box, and he stiffened. A low growl filled the air, and then he roared as he pointed at the pizza. 'THE ABOMINATION!'

Sinclair blinked, and then she saw it. The pizza was covered in pineapples, and Donzig slammed the lid shut before he opened another with another sharp hiss of disgust. More pineapples. She stared at him, and then grabbed the receipt on the box. They were all pizza with extra pineapples, all of them. All twelve of them. She lifted a hand rubbing it across her face, and Donzig snarled as he closed another lid. Then he grabbed all of the boxes, shoving them into the arms of some passing crew as he roared. 'Get these out of my sight! Take them to catering! Let the rabble eat this disgusting mess!'

The crew scurried off with the stacks of pizza, and Donzig wiped his hands against his coat with a shake of his head. 'That was a very weak rib. I suspect it was Keith, he knows I have strong feelings about pizza toppings.'

Sinclair blinked, and then patted Donzig on the shoulder. Her lips almost curled into a smile, and she bit back a laugh before she shook her head. 'Donzig, everyone in SWAT is going to think you bought them pizza.'

Donzig's head twisted, and he hissed under his mask. Sinclair saw the trap now, Donzig would never throw away the pizza he had been tricked into paying for either. He wouldn't rest until someone ate it. Sinclair's shoulders started to shake, as she looked away. 'Pizza with pineapples.'

[SWAT Team]

[Bob Marley’s Buffalo Soldier blares thru the arena and Benjamin Bolt makes his way to the ring.

Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, hailing from Jamaica. Coming in a 6’6 and 230 pounds …. ‘Been Jami’ Benjamin Bolt!!!

And his opponent, hailing from Huntsville Alabama. Coming in ar 6’1 and 444 pounds …. CONRAD HAY!!!

[La Grange by ZZ Top hits and Conrad makes his way to the ring.]

Warren Webber : First match of the evening underway here Fulton. Two up and comers at SWAT, both looking for their first win, who will prevail?

Andrew Fulton : Bolt was wanting to be at the Olympics but just missed the cut I heard.

Warren Webber : Bolt runs at Conrad and takes him down with a big clothesline.

Andrew Fulton : Conrad back to his feet, belly to belly suplex on Bolt, and that is some belly!

Warren Webber : He ain’t scared of shit. Conrad goes for the big splash but Bolt rolls out of the way.

Andrew Fulton : Bolt with a swinging neckbreaker.

Warren Webber : Here come the Bandits! What is all this about?

Andrew Fulton : KGB in the House baby! They go where they want when they want. It's the whole crew too. Armand von Krauss! Frostbite! Donzig and Sinclair Godfrey! The Don Joanne Canelli! Bruno and Mad Dog Paul Soutter!!!!

Warren Webber : They swarm the ring, Donzig and Sinclair with a double double ax handle on Bolt!

Andrew Fulton : Frostbite with a thudding headbutt on Conrad. Joanne Canelli then with a boot right to the balls of Conrad. Soutter grabs Conrad and hoists him up for an atomic drop, as he does Joanne and Frostbite lift him up higher and then the three of them help Armand execute a 444 pound DRILL TIP!

Warren Webber : What a move! The ring just shook! Bruno wraps a meat hook hand around the throat of Bolt and hoists him up and CHOKE SLAM!!! What are the Bandits doing?

Andrew Fulton : Whatever they like.

Warren Webber : They roll Bolt and Conrad out of the ring and Suit pulls out a mic.

Soutter : Check it SWAT! Your NEWWWW XHF TRIOS CHAMPIONS!!! THE K_G_B!!!

[Suit, Armand and Donzig pose in the centre of the ring, holding their belts up high.]

Soutter : This right here, this gold means we are the top force in the XHF! Them Pirates, the ReVs … anyone else, they don’t hold a candle to the Bandits!

Tonight! We continue the power display. Jonnie Valentine!

After tonight, you pal, will be SWAT Exclusive and you will be at MY beck and call! Maybe then, with no where else to distract you the SWAT fans can get to see what you really can do!

You see, I do it not for myself. I do it for them! I do it for YOU Valentine! I know what you can do and I will get it out of you, one way or another!

Armand von Krauss: We are the force to be reckoned with. Nothing even comes close.

Joanne calls for a mic as the crowd continues to boo. A smirk appears on her deep red lips as she looks over the crowd.

Joanne : Oh shut up! I see what makes you people cheer! Tonight's the night when everythin' comes home to the KBG! Rios lost once again and tonight she will be no different! I'm walkin' away with the Amazon's title. And after this little attack, this... This is just a warnin', and the beginnin' of what is to come.

[Donzig takes the mic, and adjusts the belt on his shoulder before he stares at the fans with a shrug.]

Donzig : First of all, I am not sure why two of the biggest names in this company are wasting time having a rib off instead of going after that weak, insipid, Eddie D who can’t beat a foot fetish model! Especially when I just pulled off the greatest rib in SWAT history by getting Warren fucking Webber on commentary!

Warren: Ow.

[Donzig points, and the fans pop for Warren. They even start an ‘We love you, Warren!’ chant, which makes the KGB stare in disbelief. Donzig shakes his head, shrugging.]

Donzig: This is just a sign of how terrible Tucker was!

Frostbite's head is down but he slowly raises it up as he looks around at the mass destruction that the KGB has just done on these two men. As he looks toward the camera with an intense look in his blue eyes even more so than ever before, he takes the microphone.

Frostbite : As you can certainly tell by our actions we are not in the best of moods this evening.

Warren Webber: That is an understatement.

Frostbite : Hey, Warren. I would keep my damn mouth shut if I were you because what happened to Jeremy Tucker, a far worse will happen to you. Where was my train of thought? Ah yes, last week myself and Armand lost our tag team titles to dumb and dumber. Guys I get it, we all get lucky once in our lives. Call the win a fluke because that is what it was simply that. I apologized to Armand and to Paul because I was man enough to admit, I dropped the ball. I got pinned and that is something that never should have happened.

Now last week, and I want Eddie D to get up very close to that monitor in the back and I want him to listen to what I have to say.

He drops his head before picking it back up.

Frostbite : Eddie, you have my baby. My baby and I should have been together a long time ago. I will admit, I have had some near misses in the past, but tonight not anymore. Sweetie, daddy is going to take you home and trust me Eddie, I will do anything and I mean anything to hold my baby in my arms. I will burn every inch of this building to the ground to finally be able to hold her. I will even burn your ass alive, just so true love can finally be together. I will no longer be denied, I will take my place as the king around you and my queen will be with me as we rule the kingdom.

He let's out a sadistic laugh..

Frostbite : BURN BABY BURN!!!!!!!

[Donzig nods, reclaiming the mic as the fans jeer.]

Donzig: You fans disgust me! The name of the place is Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition! But all of you cheer as this place turns into an episode of Jackass, and bad romantic comedies! You turn your back on the greatest force for wrestling and tradition in the XHF! And that is us, the Kross Global Bandits, eh?

[The fans boo loudly, and Donzig fist bumps Frostbite before he paces.]

Donzig: You’d all rather cheer for that fucking bear and that damned dinosaur! And their dick and poo poo jokes! He doesn’t get any respect? What respect does he deserve? He is using the SWAT tag team belts as a fucking lioncloth!

You know why your old man vanished, Dino Jr? He is fucking ashamed. And if he doesn’t like it? He knows where to find me.

[Sinclair Godfrey took the mic, flashing a smile before she spoke up.]

Godfrey: If you remember last month we said the winner of us versus the Revenants would be the winners of the Anzac Cup. So as far as we are concerned? Bear-o-dactyl got lucky they just didn’t lose to us.

[The fans booed, and Donzig nodded sagely as Soutter laughed.]

Godfrey: Got lucky again when you took the KGB’s tag titles! But don’t worry we will get them back sooner than you think.

[More boos.]

Godfrey: I didn’t want to say this, no. I am not going to say it.

[She pauses, and the KGB urge her onward. Soutter patting her shoulder as Armand whispers words of encouragement. They were clearly mocking the fans, and finally she lifted the mic.]

Godfrey: Union Jack you’re an embarrassment! Not just to the company! Not just to SWAT! Not to just the XHF! You’re a disgrace to Great Britain! A disgrace to the entire United Kingdom!

[The KGB applauded, clearly agreeing with her. The fans were booing and jeering, and even started a Union Jack chant. Sinclair tossed her hair, and waved a hand dismissively.]

Godfrey: You know what? Soutter agrees with me! You’re a disgrace to the entire Commonwealth of Nations!

[Soutter laughed at that, nodding as he grinned. Donzig leaned in, a hand lifting.]

Donzig: He is the worst thing from Britain since Bloodied Fox.

Soutter : Stinking Poms. They don’t even shower over there. The KGB is on a role baby, and after tonight, we will have ALL the Gold! And we like it like that!

[The KGB Theme hits again and the Bandits go to leave the ring but are then bathed from above in a shower of slime.  Green slime.  It drips down all over them and they rage in fury in the ring.  The crowd are laughing and pointing and taking photo's with their phones and the Bandits storm up the rampway covered in the slime. The match a no contest.]

The Tron lights up with a scoreboard grpahic.

Keith : 2         Rally : 1

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- "Gimme Back My Bullets" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the arena speakers and David Vector "The Rookie" jogs out onto the ramp. The state flag of Virginia, The Stars and Stripes and pictures of Vector training in the ring flash up on the SWAT-tron screens. Vector accepts the applause that greets him by applauding them back in gratitude. Vector slaps the outstretched hands of the fans at the guard rail as he takes a slow jog out to the ring. Vector soaks in the atmosphere, jogs up the ring steps, wipes his feet on the apron and hops through the ropes. Vector scales the turnbuckles throws up his arms to accept their adulation, punches the air and jumps confidently down into the ring. The music fades and Vector takes a microphone to address the crowd. - 



- Ladies and Gentlemen, I am grinnin' like a possum up here, 'cos I'm so glad to be here in front of you fine people once again.
It's amazing to be here... LIVE ... from the Spectrum Center, Charlotte, in North Carolina.
God bless you for spending your hard earned cash on seeing this auspicious card of wrestlers lay it on the line tonight.

I am sorry I didn't give my fans the braggin' rights last week, but I think we all knew it was gonna be a tall order getting the 'W' against a recent World Champion in my debut match.
Sadly folks, I gotta tell y'all this week don't look being that much easier.
I want to be winning titles, ploughing a path, living in high cotton, beating all comers and I ain't 'fraid of no one on this roster, but I am concentrating on improving my performance rather than labouring on the result. That's not being defeatist.
That's just playing the long game. When I get going, loses will be avenged with interest. 

Psychotic Goth taking the time to praise the respect I showed him and my efforts in the ring was appreciated,
but I know that wasn't exactly an invite to be his tag partner; that was just a nod of encouragement.
Next time we meet in the ring will be just as brutal and hard fought as before and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Tonight, like every other night, I will show courage, fight with pride and give the crowd what they paid for.
I am here to build momentum for a career not be a flash in the pan.

For all my fans out there looking up to me and feeling that I am being pessimistic, don't doubt my resolve.
Just 'cos I ain't in debt to my eyeballs, just 'cos this wasn't my first career choice, just 'cos I am late to this party and a touch green round the edges, that don't make me fly by night or unambitious. I always wanted to be a 'rassler and now I am one... It just makes me love the craft and respect it all the more.

I say "Die with memories... not dreams",
I say "Aspire to inspire before yous expire",
I say I am living my dream and making memories just by being here in SWAT... and here LIVE on PPV.
I can and will give you something to cheer tonight to reward your faith in me.
I am not just here to make up the numbers.
I will create chances. I will take my chances. Johnny Sniper will know he's been in a bonafide fight tonight and that's a fact. 
Every "rookie" loses that label some day and when I do... SWAT locker room? Yous better be ready.

- David Vector drops the mic. and the crowd give him a huge cheer as he leaves the ring. -